the more I revisit the poem from back then the more I think
she connected the one-eyed Jack poem she posted about the same time she sent me
the poem about needing me
she says in one poem not to try to save her while in the
other poem she clearly wanted to be saved or for me to help her save herself
now all this time later, water gone under that bridge and she still
struggles and finds herself alone
I keep going back
wishing I had listened more closely to what she said, to understand what it is
she saw in my eyes after I had abandoned my patch, the stirring of something
inside both of us, something that could have gone somewhere, done something,
made both of us happy, we helping to
save each other
now I stand on the
bridge and watch the water long gone except as a memory of what might have been,
could have been, but won't ever be
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